The Obsessive Male Leads Want to Eat Me Alive - Chapter 88

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Chapter 88
“The two of you seem to be getting along well, going out together like that.”
Even as Sisrain spoke those words, his crimson eyes remained fixed persistently on me alone.
Despite Heinrich standing right beside me.
“…What brings you here?”
Heinrich responded immediately to my words.
“What is this? No one invited you. Why are so many people showing up? …It seems you have no sense of the situation whatsoever.”
His voice carried unmistakable mockery.
“…!”
Our temperamental chihuahua, still the same as ever, I see?
The way he showed absolutely no regard for whether his conversation partner was a crown prince or not—I was admiring his audacity when—
Heinrich took a step forward.
Then, sweeping back his beautiful silver hair, he bowed with elegant courtesy.
His eyes gleaming with arrogance, he spoke.
“I’ve heard the rumors of your appointment as crown prince, Your Highness. I should have paid my respects much sooner….”
Wow, our Heinrich has grown up! He’s not acting like a child anymore, and he’s actually maintaining proper etiquette!
—I was thinking exactly that when Heinrich flashed a bright smile and continued.
“I simply didn’t go. I didn’t want to.”
Ah, so he was just being provocative after all!
“—Heinrich.”
I quickly grabbed his collar to stop him.
Then I glanced nervously at Sisrain.
Surprisingly, Sisrain seemed unbothered.
Like someone who doesn’t react to a dog barking continuously beside them, or a mosquito buzzing incessantly nearby.
His eyes were quite apathetic.
‘Good heavens, that’s somehow worse.’
I felt a subtle shock wash over me.
Then, a low voice that resonated from deep within his chest flowed out.
“I heard you were ‘together’ at home last night….”
Sisrain, as if exhausted, delicately traced the area beneath his crimson eyes with his large hand.
“Last night.”
His gaze dropped to the floor, then those crimson eyes fixed directly on me.
“Did the two of you sleep together?”
The way he phrased it carried an odd undertone.
“Yeah.”
“…!!!”
At Heinrich’s confident reply, I was momentarily taken aback.
“Why, we slept together, on the same bed.”
Heinrich lifted his lips, red as fruit, and smiled in a suggestive manner.
This is getting even stranger, Heinrich.
Sisrain looked at me with a low chuckle.
He studied my face intently for a long moment before letting out a short, clipped sound.
“That so?”
His voice sent a sharp, electric tingle down my spine.
For some reason, my wrists—bound to him—began to sting. A dull, uncomfortable sensation.
His crimson eyes darkened to black. He was smiling, yet somehow looked furious.
“I already answered you. Yes, I did. You beast.”
Sisrain’s gaze snapped directly toward Heinrich. This time, he didn’t ignore him.
He spoke in a low, menacing tone.
“Stop your pathetic whining.”
“―Whining?!”
I had to intervene.
I felt like a shrimp in its tenth year of life. If I didn’t defuse this now, my shell would crack completely.
I stepped forward urgently.
“Your Highness the Crown Prince. You came to see me, didn’t you?”
“….”
Fortunately, Sisrain’s attention returned to me.
“The two of us should talk.”
“Sister…!”
I spoke to Heinrich with a composed, smiling expression. Just like before.
“Heinrich. Go on ahead. I’ll be right in.”
“….”
“I’ll make something delicious for dinner.”
Heinrich couldn’t hide his petulance and let it show on his face, but then he spoke to Sisrain.
“You heard her? You don’t get any.”
Then he left.
* * *
I straightened my posture confidently and looked at Sisrain.
‘Get yourself together, Anette.’
From our last encounter, I’d lost my freedom of movement.
Knowing he was a man who swept you away if you weren’t careful, I found myself naturally on edge.
I opened my mouth carefully.
“Why did you come to see me?”
Sisrain’s sharp eyes narrowed. He crossed his arms firmly. The prominent veins running across his large hands and thick forearms caught my attention.
His low voice burrowed into my ears.
“Don’t you remember?”
“….”
“The last thing I said to you last time.”
Then his low voice echoed in my memory.
“I’ll come visit often. Show me your face when I do.”
“….”
“I thought you’d come back because you missed me.”
I suddenly remembered everything vividly—the expression on his face when he said it, the temperature of his voice, even the scent that lingered in the air.
I spoke calmly, betraying nothing.
“This is troublesome, Your Highness.”
“What is?”
“Are you going to keep coming like this every time you miss me? …I have my own life too.”
Sisrain’s eyes narrowed with amusement.
“It’s not every time.”
“….”
“I’ve held back two hundred times before coming.”
“…!”
―He’s restrained himself that many times?
As I blinked in surprise, Sisrain stepped closer and brought his gaze near mine.
“Actually, I’ve held back thousands of times. Anette, every minute, every second, it’s impossible for me to forget you.”
He’s insane.
A truly obsessive maniac.
‘Oh heavens….’
It seems this party will truly become my ruin.
But if I falter here, I might end up like Heinrich from the original story. That grim thought suddenly snapped my focus back into place.
“Restrain yourself more. Promise to come with advance notice from now on.”
“What if I just come?”
What if he just comes…? Well, indeed.
‘I mean, even if he just comes, there’s nothing I can do about it.’
It’s not as though I can freely cast magic to repel him. I was neither an empress nor a queen.
But.
The moment I lose my composure, I’ll be consumed.
They say battles are won by momentum.
I wielded my only weapon—though cruel to him.
“Then I’ll hate you forever.”
“…Is that another threat?”
His dark brows rose.
‘It seems to be working.’
I’m in a position where I have to grasp at straws, Sisrain.
“….”
Sisrain fell silent for a moment, studying me intently. True to his word about missing me.
I felt his gaze linger on my hair, pass over my eyelashes to my nose, rest long on my lips, then drift down to my neck and arms.
It was a gaze that seemed to search through every inch of me.
“…If you’re done, you should leave now,”
As I rushed to end the conversation, he cut through the gap and pressed deeper.
“There’s supposed to be a party.”
“…!”
…How far has word of my downfall celebration spread?
“What about it?”
“It’s supposed to be quite a grand affair. Anette is even preparing the food herself.”
“….”
“I’m the one who ‘can’t eat’ the food.”
He quoted what Heinrich had said earlier, narrowing his eyes.
He seemed oddly jealous.
“You must have invited Heinrich.”
“Well… it just came up in conversation, and rather than an invitation, ‘he’ said he’d come directly.”
“What if ‘I’ decide to go as well?”
Sisrain brazenly pointed to himself.
This was absurd.
“Didn’t we make a prior arrangement?”
“…Hmm….”
I hesitated a moment. Heinrich and Kyle were already coming, and now Sisrain too?
It violated my principle that eggs and madmen should never be kept in the same basket (which had become my new life motto).
‘If all three show up, what kind of village party is that, heavens….’
It’s a hell party of madmen.
He hadn’t seemed interested in the party at all, so I couldn’t understand why he suddenly cared.
―It could only be divine mischief.
But truthfully, I had no real grounds to refuse.
I’d already invited Heinrich, and it would be too harsh to tell Sisrain not to come when he wanted to.
In a corner of my heart,
there lived the memory of Sisrain experiencing water play for the first time and blowing soap bubbles for the first time.
‘I can’t leave him out alone.’
“Fine.”
His expression seemed oddly delighted.
I felt strangely like I’d been hooked.
Would the village residents even know that the Crown Prince, a Marquis, and a Grand Duke were coming to this mad little party….
I thought vaguely with my clouded mind(?).
‘Hehe. At this point, I don’t even know anymore. Everyone will be happy if handsome people show up, right!’
“The party is tomorrow. It’ll be held inside and in the garden of the Little Bakery.”
“I’ll definitely be there.”
Sisrain promised with a smile.
He didn’t have to come so insistently… but somehow I had a feeling he definitely would.
It was then that I found myself inadvertently hosting a hell party with these madmen.
I felt a gaze from afar.
“….”
It was Heinrich.
As the conversation dragged on, Heinrich’s gaze grew increasingly uncomfortable.
His chin propped in his hand.
He stared directly at me, silently urging me forward. When our eyes met, Heinrich’s lips formed the words.
‘Come here quickly, sister.’
―I could see him saying.
Our boy seems bored.
Should I head inside?
The thought had barely crossed my mind when something I’d been subconsciously aware of all day suddenly surfaced.
The marking on my wrist.
My wrist burned with a searing warmth.
“I have a question.”
The moment Anette spoke, Sisrain’s eyes gleamed with intrigue.
What could she possibly ask?
The question she posed with those anxious eyes—like a rabbit caught in a trap.
His crimson pupils fixed upon the pale, delicate wrist she was touching.
There, vines and flowers that his heart had cultivated were flourishing.
Like a poison that sweetly burrowed deep.
Ah… that.
Sisrain’s lips curved into a subtle twist.
“Ask your question.”
―Because I was already thrilled before even hearing it.

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